roached me, his face a

, "we need to talk about what ha

rriage was a shared tragedy, n

," he continued, his voice thick with feigned emo

here Chloe stood, looking demure and vu

s tone dripping with false magnanimity. "She' s young, a

y silence a heavy

we could adopt Chloe' s baby. We could raise the child as our own, Ava. You wouldn' t

, insulting cruelty of his pr

s' s child, the child born from h

ile he was systemati

e was trying to gaslight me into accepting the u

ered faintly at the edge of m

tion. This was hi

designed to secure his lineage with Chloe' s